Visions of another world
The thrumming in your veins pulsated rapidly, your heart heavy with the weight of knowledge. What had yet to pass was approaching and you knew there was hardly any chance that this would work. The opening to the portal was about to open, your opportunity to fix this grievous issue was several worlds away. Kissing your daughter’s forehead lightly, careful not to wake her, you leave the letter you had written and your locket, an heirloom, and quickly stalk away to your ride. The sacrifice would be worth it in the end. Gripping your sword for comfort, you feel the bifrost hit you with a wave of energy. The magnificent colors hummed with life and vibrancy unlike anything you’d seen before. She knew this would be your last lift, old girl was giving you a beautiful farewell.
“Blessed be the travelers that have you as their guide, my colorful companion,” you whisper as you feel yourself touch the midgardian soil.
Your arrival seems to have caused quite a stir with the midgardian people, as many of them in their white building began rushing outside. You quickly teleport yourself to the last place you stayed when visiting the silly creatures planet, landing in an old ghost town.
“Welcome to Tex-ass?” You quietly ask yourself as you read the sign that wasn’t there the last time. The wooden home shaded by a large willow tree looked just like you had left it, if not a little worse for wear. It would have to do for now. Not that you would be visiting long anyways. The mortals would catch up to you quickly, you had no doubt.
Not bothering to change or refresh yourself, you start a fire under the large kettle in the corner. Softly flicking your hand the large pot is filled with water, enough for the visitors bound to come. Setting your sword on its holder attached to the wall, you quickly work in the old kitchen. In the garden outside, there are remnants of vegetation left from that summer’s harvest.
The old caretaker must have known I was coming, you think as you carefully manipulate the different vegetables to grow. Gathering the bunch in a wicker basket, you make short work of the stew. Finding some rabbits were easier than you thought, catching three that were mature and plump. Stirring the vegetables and cooking the meat was a welcome distraction. The methodical process gave you time to think, approaching a group of wary superheroes that would assume the worst had you on edge. They couldn’t hurt you, but that wouldn’t help them trust you. So lost in thought, you almost missed their entrance.
Of course they would send in the spider first, she’s good, the thought briefly flickered through your mind.
Continuing to stir in the rabbit with the vegetables, you address the woman staring you down. “One would say staring so pointedly is improper etiquette,” the light tone meaning no more harm than a mother’s teasing quip.
“Says the woman that left a gathering without a proper goodbye, or an introduction for that matter,” the spider with hair like a flame quickly retorted. You could feel the grin coming from the other woman, and taking that as a good sign you turn, laughing lightly at the quick response she managed to come up with.
“Introductions would be a waste of time considering there is little time left for me as is, though I’m sure it would ease many of your team’s concerns,” you quickly state as you feel uneasy tension from the group beyond the door.
“It would be smart to just tell us who we are before we have to assume the worst,” the spider says nonchalantly.
“Be a dear and fetch my nephew, he owes you all a proper introduction,” you wave your hand as you speak, “I believe you know him, Thor is quite hard to miss.” You laugh lightly as the dots connect in the spider’s mind momentarily. It was unnecessary for her to make her leave to retrieve your nephew as he had a habit of eavesdropping. He bounded through the small door, excitement radiating from him.
“By the Norns, I thought I would never see you again!” Thor exclaimed loudly in the cozy space. He all but ran up to you and gripped you in a fierce hug, you hand caressed his hair lovingly. You had truly missed the darling.
“Thor, do tell your friends to make themselves at home, I haven’t much time I’m here strictly for business,” the regal tone he had heard from his own mother reflected in your voice as you got down to business. As he regaled the team with how your sister was his mother, the Queen of Asgard, you made quick work of the rabbit stew. Using a couple of barely legal time spells the meal was ready, summoning a bottle of Pinot Noir to complement the stew. You noticed several eyes carefully calculating you as you work, not that you minded. The table was bare and needed setting, time to put some boys to work here.
“Gentlemen, if you wouldn’t mind,” you gestured towards the cabinets and towards the table, they worked out the rest.
“Now, tell me, what has happened here on Midgard to cause such a power surge through the cosmos?” Your question imposing a tone of authority naturally. Without hesitation, Thor relayed the events, filling you in on how he had been searching and had found a few of the infinity stones, and how they had lost them to Thanos, taking half of the world out with him.
“Thanos has already been here… Thor, this isn’t your whole team now is it?” The question pauses everything in the room, silence taking her queue in the old wooden home.
“It’s been four years since the incident, y/n.”